Post by Savannah Sunshine. on Jan 15, 2022 14:25:07 GMT -5
YOU FIND GOODNESS IN OTHERS & WHEN IT'S NOT THERE, YOU CREATE IT.
rumpelstiltskin to belle ; once upon a time
rumpelstiltskin to belle ; once upon a time
POST-FALLOUT XVIII
THE AFTERMATH
JANUARY 6TH, 2022
Fingers clutch the ice pack to the back of her neck as she sits in the hall right outside of the trainers room. Phone clutched in her opposite hand as she pulls up clips from tonight's show. She wants to see it for herself, even if she knows it will cause her more pain than anything else she was feeling right now. As she pulled up the first clip, she watches as she struggles to pull herself from the door she had gotten stuck in at the top of the ring. Her hand reaches out, voice begging and pleading with her fiance. But, deep down inside, she knows that he's not himself right now.
Even if she wishes things had gone differently. No apologies, no remorse. Jason had stepped on her hand, crushing it as she fell effortlessly down and down and down. It almost seemed to go in slow motion as she stared up at his disappearing personage as he went right back into the fray. But, that wasn't what had truly pissed her off. She continues watching, against her own better judgement, only to watch as Druscilla catches her. "Sure you picked the right man there, cupcake?" It's a mocking tone, all too familiar to Savannah, who is soon let go of and dropped several feet below where she lands with a rough thud onto the mats below.
The mats are anything but gentle, she knows that, she's always known that. The nagging pain in her neck, back, shoulders. Let's face it, she's feeling pain all over right now. Eyes close as she tosses her phone at the concrete wall in front of her in anger, a yell of frustration escaping her at the same time. She has to take several deep and calming breaths to still the thoughts that fill her mind. When her eyes open again, there's a certain shadow in them, something dark and twisted. A look that had once been reserved for the demon that had taken up occupancy within her soul until mere months ago.
Except this time, it was her own anger, her own fury, her own rage, that had boiled over. Tonight had been the straw that had broken the camel's back... and the world was going to be welcomed to a new era for Savannah Sunshine. Whether it be a slow descent to allow the darkness inside of her to be freed or if she allowed herself to ignore it. No, there was no ignoring the rage she felt inside lately. There was no holding it back. She had enough of worrying about everyone else, she had enough of doing things for everyone else. From this day forward, she would do everything for herself, as she should have done long ago. No one would have her back, no one would hold her hand, and that was fine. She learned that long ago, even if she always seemed to try to find the light and goodness inside of everyone.
In fact, maybe it was time for her to listen to everyone else. Maybe it was time to stop finding the good and light inside of people who simply did not have it. Maybe letting this darkness free and unleashing it onto those who had wronged her would make her feel so much better. Or perhaps, it would turn her into someone she could not recognize. Either way, it was slowly being unleashed and she was done being walked over. She was done allowing everyone to treat her like second rate trash. From here on out, she would show the world exactly what she was capable of. The sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway had caught her attention and her gaze drifted to who stood there several feet away. A look of familiarity in her eyes, a look of slight pain filling her eyes. But, it fades just a split second later.
"Looks like someone's had a rough night. I would ask if you wanted to talk about it, but I don't think I'm someone you want to see right now." A beat and the person standing several feet away shuffles slightly. Adjusts the sleeves of their outfit. "I've come to deliver some news you may be happy to hear. The schedule has been released for the next show, you'll be facing Druscilla in singles action. Sans the pesky little b-" There's a pause, a deep intake of a breath and a nod. "You know what I mean." The figure turns on their heel, taking a few steps away, before turning their head over one shoulder to glance at the woman seated against the wall. "I want you to know, everything I do is for your own good, Savannah. I care about you, but you have to understand that I have feelings, despite how you may feel or what you may believe. Anyway, good luck... Not that you will need it." The figure walks away, leaving Savannah to her own thoughts as she is left in the dimly lit hallway.
So many thoughts run through her mind, thoughts that scare her. Thoughts that are dangerous and dark and gritty. Thoughts that he would probably be proud she's having right now. No, she can't think about that. She can't go down that path. She- She- . . . "I have to." Her voice calls out lightly, to no one in particular. "This is the only way." She slowly stands to her feet, crosses the hall to the restroom, where she stands at the sink. She takes a look at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself right now. The reflection taunts her, seemingly laughs at her and mocks her misery and self pity. Fist curls up, digs nails deep into her flesh, before swinging at the glass of the mirror. It shatters, leaving only shattered pieces around the sink and floor and on the wall. When she looks at herself again, it's a broken reflection, but it seems to fit well she feels.
Blood trickles down her knuckles, spills onto the floor, as she runs her hand under some water. It stings, but she welcomes the feeling right now. Reaching into her bag with her good hand, she takes out a roll of bandages and carefully wraps her hand up. She's lucky it's her left and not her right, that would have been a bummer for her. There's a pair of small scissors in her bag, she stares at them for several moments, debates on whether or not she should grab them. But, her hands seem to move of their own volition, heart and mind seemingly made up. Scissors begin to chop at long curly locks, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip. More and more hair collects in the sink until she seems satisfied. Hands brace against the sides of the porcelain sink, slow and deep breaths inhaled and exhaled. Using her cellphone, she looks at her reflection. Curls now resting at a position just slightly past her ears, she's almost in disbelief, before a smile forms on her lips. "Perfect." Satisfied, she packs up and heads for the nearest exit upon leaving the restroom after cleaning up the mess left behind.
TWO WEEKS LATER
HOME SWEET HOME
JANUARY 15TH, 2022
"Well, well, well." Savannah's voice can be heard, the scene dark and not a single thing able to be seen. "Look at what I have gotten myself into this time, hm?" She finally sets her phone up against some books on the table, takes a seat in the chair not too far away. As she comes into clear view, her new haircut can be seen. It's a drastic change for her and one that she seems to be pleased with. "The last show did not go exactly the way I wanted it to. But, let's make one thing very clear. It was the straw that finally broke the camel's back. It was the one thing that sparked the motivation right into my very lungs and soul." Finger jabs into her own chest, though it doesn't hurt at all. "I got thrown from the top of a ring by my own fiance, struggled to catch my breath when he stomped his dirty little boot right onto this hand." She lifts her hand for emphasis, dropping it back into her lap.
"I'll say one thing, I know that you can't have allies like that in this business and hey! It was my fault for thinking the man that I love, entity and all, would have my back and not pull a frickin' Lion King on me." Eyes roll and there is annoyance clear in her tone. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts, leans forward on her thighs a bit. "You know, everyone was right. I'm too soft, too gentle, too... fragile. Or I was. I'm not going to be the same person I was before, I'm done with the whole thinking that everyone has good within them. Because that's a load of bullcrap and I'm beginning to finally learn the truth I should have known long ago. I can't depend on anyone to have my back other than myself. Plain and simple as that." She leans back in the chair, arms crossing over her chest as she stares blankly ahead for a moment. She zones out, gets lost in her own thoughts, before remembering what all of this was about to begin with.
"I'm tired and I mean, I'm frickin' exhausted. I know, I say this time and time again. But, I mean it this time. I'm done." She rolls her neck slightly, takes a moment to pull herself together before focusing again. "I've put up with too much crap around here, I've let myself become a mere face in the background and it's not who I am. It's not how I should be anymore, so it's about time I start taking matters into my own hands. Starting with someone who absolutely deserves to feel my wrath after the little stunt she pulled at the last show." Knuckles crack one by one, hands left slightly scabbed from the incident at the arena last show. "Letting out all this anger on Druscilla will by extension mean letting my anger out on someone else. Which is the perfect opportunity for me, I mean, hey! You stuck your nose into my business, questioned my morals and why I chose to be with Jason, and then... Then!" She stands to her feet, getting into the moment, pacing back and forth in her own anger and frustration. "Then, you decide to let me go. You dropped me until I fell hard on the gosh dang mats outside of the ring. And hey, maybe that was the wake up call for me. Or maybe it was the fact that I had someone I thought I could trust, stab me in the back like the rest of the people who I've trusted to have my back." A beat. "Well, most of them, anyway."
"I know that this is something I have to do on my own. This is something that is going to bring me immense joy in knowing the person who was responsible for my downfall last show. Knowing that I'm going to take my sweet time making sure you feel every kick, every strike, every punch, every single thing I'm going to throw at you. It's almost laughable to me, really. Between you and the other one, you think you're so high and mighty and above getting your tail whooped. But, newsflash?" Savannah turns, looking directly at the camera. "I am better than you and I know I am. I might not be better than a lot of people, but in this case? I know for a fact that I am going to beat you until you're begging me to stop. I'm going to bend and break you in ways you probably only ever dreamed of. But, that's something you might enjoy huh?" There's a click of the tongue and Savannah shakes her head. "Not that kind of fun, sorry to break it to you." Finger wags in the direction of the camera and Savannah lets out a little giggle.
"This time, there will be no one there to save you from the wreckage I have in store for you. You are the first on the list of many I intend to show exactly what I am capable of. The world wants to bring out the worst in me? Oh, well..." A beat, a few steps towards the camera as she's still in view. "The worst in me is exactly what you will get. It's exactly what everyone will get. A monster, a dangerous thing, something far from the normal that the world is used to from me. At the end of this all, I'm going to have my hand raised in victory, while you're running off like the broken and wounded little puppy you are. You claim yourself to be a wolf, but you are nothing but a dog with all bark and no bite this time around. I am going to make sure you get put down like Old Yeller. Except it'll be a lot better this time than having to watch an actual dog get put down. This is only the start on a path towards whatever this crazy thing leads me to... and I intend to make well on my promise of not holding back any longer." Hand reaches out, grabbing the cellphone that had been recording, only to stop it as the scene fades to black a moment later.
THE AFTERMATH
JANUARY 6TH, 2022
Fingers clutch the ice pack to the back of her neck as she sits in the hall right outside of the trainers room. Phone clutched in her opposite hand as she pulls up clips from tonight's show. She wants to see it for herself, even if she knows it will cause her more pain than anything else she was feeling right now. As she pulled up the first clip, she watches as she struggles to pull herself from the door she had gotten stuck in at the top of the ring. Her hand reaches out, voice begging and pleading with her fiance. But, deep down inside, she knows that he's not himself right now.
Even if she wishes things had gone differently. No apologies, no remorse. Jason had stepped on her hand, crushing it as she fell effortlessly down and down and down. It almost seemed to go in slow motion as she stared up at his disappearing personage as he went right back into the fray. But, that wasn't what had truly pissed her off. She continues watching, against her own better judgement, only to watch as Druscilla catches her. "Sure you picked the right man there, cupcake?" It's a mocking tone, all too familiar to Savannah, who is soon let go of and dropped several feet below where she lands with a rough thud onto the mats below.
The mats are anything but gentle, she knows that, she's always known that. The nagging pain in her neck, back, shoulders. Let's face it, she's feeling pain all over right now. Eyes close as she tosses her phone at the concrete wall in front of her in anger, a yell of frustration escaping her at the same time. She has to take several deep and calming breaths to still the thoughts that fill her mind. When her eyes open again, there's a certain shadow in them, something dark and twisted. A look that had once been reserved for the demon that had taken up occupancy within her soul until mere months ago.
Except this time, it was her own anger, her own fury, her own rage, that had boiled over. Tonight had been the straw that had broken the camel's back... and the world was going to be welcomed to a new era for Savannah Sunshine. Whether it be a slow descent to allow the darkness inside of her to be freed or if she allowed herself to ignore it. No, there was no ignoring the rage she felt inside lately. There was no holding it back. She had enough of worrying about everyone else, she had enough of doing things for everyone else. From this day forward, she would do everything for herself, as she should have done long ago. No one would have her back, no one would hold her hand, and that was fine. She learned that long ago, even if she always seemed to try to find the light and goodness inside of everyone.
In fact, maybe it was time for her to listen to everyone else. Maybe it was time to stop finding the good and light inside of people who simply did not have it. Maybe letting this darkness free and unleashing it onto those who had wronged her would make her feel so much better. Or perhaps, it would turn her into someone she could not recognize. Either way, it was slowly being unleashed and she was done being walked over. She was done allowing everyone to treat her like second rate trash. From here on out, she would show the world exactly what she was capable of. The sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway had caught her attention and her gaze drifted to who stood there several feet away. A look of familiarity in her eyes, a look of slight pain filling her eyes. But, it fades just a split second later.
"Looks like someone's had a rough night. I would ask if you wanted to talk about it, but I don't think I'm someone you want to see right now." A beat and the person standing several feet away shuffles slightly. Adjusts the sleeves of their outfit. "I've come to deliver some news you may be happy to hear. The schedule has been released for the next show, you'll be facing Druscilla in singles action. Sans the pesky little b-" There's a pause, a deep intake of a breath and a nod. "You know what I mean." The figure turns on their heel, taking a few steps away, before turning their head over one shoulder to glance at the woman seated against the wall. "I want you to know, everything I do is for your own good, Savannah. I care about you, but you have to understand that I have feelings, despite how you may feel or what you may believe. Anyway, good luck... Not that you will need it." The figure walks away, leaving Savannah to her own thoughts as she is left in the dimly lit hallway.
So many thoughts run through her mind, thoughts that scare her. Thoughts that are dangerous and dark and gritty. Thoughts that he would probably be proud she's having right now. No, she can't think about that. She can't go down that path. She- She- . . . "I have to." Her voice calls out lightly, to no one in particular. "This is the only way." She slowly stands to her feet, crosses the hall to the restroom, where she stands at the sink. She takes a look at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself right now. The reflection taunts her, seemingly laughs at her and mocks her misery and self pity. Fist curls up, digs nails deep into her flesh, before swinging at the glass of the mirror. It shatters, leaving only shattered pieces around the sink and floor and on the wall. When she looks at herself again, it's a broken reflection, but it seems to fit well she feels.
Blood trickles down her knuckles, spills onto the floor, as she runs her hand under some water. It stings, but she welcomes the feeling right now. Reaching into her bag with her good hand, she takes out a roll of bandages and carefully wraps her hand up. She's lucky it's her left and not her right, that would have been a bummer for her. There's a pair of small scissors in her bag, she stares at them for several moments, debates on whether or not she should grab them. But, her hands seem to move of their own volition, heart and mind seemingly made up. Scissors begin to chop at long curly locks, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip. More and more hair collects in the sink until she seems satisfied. Hands brace against the sides of the porcelain sink, slow and deep breaths inhaled and exhaled. Using her cellphone, she looks at her reflection. Curls now resting at a position just slightly past her ears, she's almost in disbelief, before a smile forms on her lips. "Perfect." Satisfied, she packs up and heads for the nearest exit upon leaving the restroom after cleaning up the mess left behind.
TWO WEEKS LATER
HOME SWEET HOME
JANUARY 15TH, 2022
"Well, well, well." Savannah's voice can be heard, the scene dark and not a single thing able to be seen. "Look at what I have gotten myself into this time, hm?" She finally sets her phone up against some books on the table, takes a seat in the chair not too far away. As she comes into clear view, her new haircut can be seen. It's a drastic change for her and one that she seems to be pleased with. "The last show did not go exactly the way I wanted it to. But, let's make one thing very clear. It was the straw that finally broke the camel's back. It was the one thing that sparked the motivation right into my very lungs and soul." Finger jabs into her own chest, though it doesn't hurt at all. "I got thrown from the top of a ring by my own fiance, struggled to catch my breath when he stomped his dirty little boot right onto this hand." She lifts her hand for emphasis, dropping it back into her lap.
"I'll say one thing, I know that you can't have allies like that in this business and hey! It was my fault for thinking the man that I love, entity and all, would have my back and not pull a frickin' Lion King on me." Eyes roll and there is annoyance clear in her tone. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts, leans forward on her thighs a bit. "You know, everyone was right. I'm too soft, too gentle, too... fragile. Or I was. I'm not going to be the same person I was before, I'm done with the whole thinking that everyone has good within them. Because that's a load of bullcrap and I'm beginning to finally learn the truth I should have known long ago. I can't depend on anyone to have my back other than myself. Plain and simple as that." She leans back in the chair, arms crossing over her chest as she stares blankly ahead for a moment. She zones out, gets lost in her own thoughts, before remembering what all of this was about to begin with.
"I'm tired and I mean, I'm frickin' exhausted. I know, I say this time and time again. But, I mean it this time. I'm done." She rolls her neck slightly, takes a moment to pull herself together before focusing again. "I've put up with too much crap around here, I've let myself become a mere face in the background and it's not who I am. It's not how I should be anymore, so it's about time I start taking matters into my own hands. Starting with someone who absolutely deserves to feel my wrath after the little stunt she pulled at the last show." Knuckles crack one by one, hands left slightly scabbed from the incident at the arena last show. "Letting out all this anger on Druscilla will by extension mean letting my anger out on someone else. Which is the perfect opportunity for me, I mean, hey! You stuck your nose into my business, questioned my morals and why I chose to be with Jason, and then... Then!" She stands to her feet, getting into the moment, pacing back and forth in her own anger and frustration. "Then, you decide to let me go. You dropped me until I fell hard on the gosh dang mats outside of the ring. And hey, maybe that was the wake up call for me. Or maybe it was the fact that I had someone I thought I could trust, stab me in the back like the rest of the people who I've trusted to have my back." A beat. "Well, most of them, anyway."
"I know that this is something I have to do on my own. This is something that is going to bring me immense joy in knowing the person who was responsible for my downfall last show. Knowing that I'm going to take my sweet time making sure you feel every kick, every strike, every punch, every single thing I'm going to throw at you. It's almost laughable to me, really. Between you and the other one, you think you're so high and mighty and above getting your tail whooped. But, newsflash?" Savannah turns, looking directly at the camera. "I am better than you and I know I am. I might not be better than a lot of people, but in this case? I know for a fact that I am going to beat you until you're begging me to stop. I'm going to bend and break you in ways you probably only ever dreamed of. But, that's something you might enjoy huh?" There's a click of the tongue and Savannah shakes her head. "Not that kind of fun, sorry to break it to you." Finger wags in the direction of the camera and Savannah lets out a little giggle.
"This time, there will be no one there to save you from the wreckage I have in store for you. You are the first on the list of many I intend to show exactly what I am capable of. The world wants to bring out the worst in me? Oh, well..." A beat, a few steps towards the camera as she's still in view. "The worst in me is exactly what you will get. It's exactly what everyone will get. A monster, a dangerous thing, something far from the normal that the world is used to from me. At the end of this all, I'm going to have my hand raised in victory, while you're running off like the broken and wounded little puppy you are. You claim yourself to be a wolf, but you are nothing but a dog with all bark and no bite this time around. I am going to make sure you get put down like Old Yeller. Except it'll be a lot better this time than having to watch an actual dog get put down. This is only the start on a path towards whatever this crazy thing leads me to... and I intend to make well on my promise of not holding back any longer." Hand reaches out, grabbing the cellphone that had been recording, only to stop it as the scene fades to black a moment later.
